Where we’d ride our bikes in a group of three.
Where we’d sit and talk in my apricot tree.
Take me back to the place that built me.
Don’t wanna grow up, don’t wanna get old, I want to stay forever in this ageless home.
Don’t wanna go to college or get a job, I want to stay forever having fun.
I can’t comprehend everything.
It’s changing, I’m changing, but my mind is stuck like a car in the mud.
It’s like I’m nine years old in my dads pick up truck.
Complaining in denial of how much Bieber sucks.
But here I am, trying to make a plan.
Psychology major, but still a Beatles fan.